Poems (Louisa Blake)/Lines to O. B. E.

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TO O. B. E.
Hail, lovely boy! thou com'st when flowers are springing,
 When brightly over every shrub and tree
Nature her vernal robe of green is flinging,—
 Welcome to that—and welcome too to thee.

Young bud of promise! may no worm of sadness
 Corrode thy bosom with its withering blight,
But springing up 'neath sun and dew in gladness,
 In full perfection open to the light;

And as borne up on the fresh breeze of morning,
 The rich full perfumes of the flowers ascend,
So may thy spirit's freshness, in life's dawning,
 By Heaven revived and nourish'd, heavenward tend.

Then when with all earth's flowers thou too art bending,
 If to thy God, thy young day's pure were given,
Thy soul unblighted and unscathed ascending,
 Shall bloom forever in the light of Heaven.

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